You love like you’re setting yourself on fire ; no hesitance, no patience. Just a tongue of flame and you’re up like Tinder, Icarus reaching too high and too far. And he’s always been Apollo ; the chariot of the sun, the source of all art and light and beauty healing in his hands. You love like you’re setting yourself on firebut you aren’t fireproof, you’ve never been, although you pretend like the flames don’t hurt you, like you can’t feel the heat scoring your skin. You pretend. You pretend. You pretend. Because it’s better than freezing cold. You love like you’re setting yourself on fire because he’s always been Apollo. But even Apollo’s light falters, even he stumbles. And you’ll burn yourself to cinders just to keep him warm, just to keep him safe, just to keep him. You love like you’re setting yourself on fire and you hope, in the end, he keeps your ashes close.

I'm fucking sorry i'm not enought for you. I'm hurting so much and I can't go a day without crying about it. I thought I was there for you, but now I know I'm just as fucking pathetic as he said I was. Sorry that I am the way I am, I wish I wasn't. ~ byendlesslove.

You love like you’re setting yourself on fire ; no hesitance, no patience. Just a tongue of flame and you’re up like Tinder, Icarus reaching too high and too far. And he’s always been Apollo ; the chariot of the sun, the source of all art and light and beauty healing in his hands. You love like you’re setting yourself on firebut you aren’t fireproof, you’ve never been, although you pretend like the flames don’t hurt you, like you can’t feel the heat scoring your skin. You pretend. You pretend. You pretend. Because it’s better than freezing cold. You love like you’re setting yourself on fire because he’s always been Apollo. But even Apollo’s light falters, even he stumbles. And you’ll burn yourself to cinders just to keep him warm, just to keep him safe, just to keep him. You love like you’re setting yourself on fire and you hope, in the end, he keeps your ashes close.

I'm fucking sorry i'm not enought for you. I'm hurting so much and I can't go a day without crying about it. I thought I was there for you, but now I know I'm just as fucking pathetic as he said I was. Sorry that I am the way I am, I wish I wasn't. ~ byendlesslove.

You love like you’re setting yourself on fire ; no hesitance, no patience. Just a tongue of flame and you’re up like Tinder, Icarus reaching too high and too far. And he’s always been Apollo ; the chariot of the sun, the source of all art and light and beauty healing in his hands. You love like you’re setting yourself on firebut you aren’t fireproof, you’ve never been, although you pretend like the flames don’t hurt you, like you can’t feel the heat scoring your skin. You pretend. You pretend. You pretend. Because it’s better than freezing cold. You love like you’re setting yourself on fire because he’s always been Apollo. But even Apollo’s light falters, even he stumbles. And you’ll burn yourself to cinders just to keep him warm, just to keep him safe, just to keep him. You love like you’re setting yourself on fire and you hope, in the end, he keeps your ashes close.

You love like you’re setting yourself on fire ; no hesitance, no patience. Just a tongue of flame and you’re up like Tinder, Icarus reaching too high and too far. And he’s always been Apollo ; the chariot of the sun, the source of all art and light and beauty healing in his hands. You love like you’re setting yourself on firebut you aren’t fireproof, you’ve never been, although you pretend like the flames don’t hurt you, like you can’t feel the heat scoring your skin. You pretend. You pretend. You pretend. Because it’s better than freezing cold. You love like you’re setting yourself on fire because he’s always been Apollo. But even Apollo’s light falters, even he stumbles. And you’ll burn yourself to cinders just to keep him warm, just to keep him safe, just to keep him. You love like you’re setting yourself on fire and you hope, in the end, he keeps your ashes close.

You love like you’re setting yourself on fire ; no hesitance, no patience. Just a tongue of flame and you’re up like Tinder, Icarus reaching too high and too far. And he’s always been Apollo ; the chariot of the sun, the source of all art and light and beauty healing in his hands. You love like you’re setting yourself on firebut you aren’t fireproof, you’ve never been, although you pretend like the flames don’t hurt you, like you can’t feel the heat scoring your skin. You pretend. You pretend. You pretend. Because it’s better than freezing cold. You love like you’re setting yourself on fire because he’s always been Apollo. But even Apollo’s light falters, even he stumbles. And you’ll burn yourself to cinders just to keep him warm, just to keep him safe, just to keep him. You love like you’re setting yourself on fire and you hope, in the end, he keeps your ashes close.

It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone. ▬ R. Kennedy

You love like you’re setting yourself on fire ; no hesitance, no patience. Just a tongue of flame and you’re up like Tinder, Icarus reaching too high and too far. And he’s always been Apollo ; the chariot of the sun, the source of all art and light and beauty healing in his hands. You love like you’re setting yourself on firebut you aren’t fireproof, you’ve never been, although you pretend like the flames don’t hurt you, like you can’t feel the heat scoring your skin. You pretend. You pretend. You pretend. Because it’s better than freezing cold. You love like you’re setting yourself on fire because he’s always been Apollo. But even Apollo’s light falters, even he stumbles. And you’ll burn yourself to cinders just to keep him warm, just to keep him safe, just to keep him. You love like you’re setting yourself on fire and you hope, in the end, he keeps your ashes close.

It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone. ▬ R. Kennedy

You love like you’re setting yourself on fire ; no hesitance, no patience. Just a tongue of flame and you’re up like Tinder, Icarus reaching too high and too far. And he’s always been Apollo ; the chariot of the sun, the source of all art and light and beauty healing in his hands. You love like you’re setting yourself on firebut you aren’t fireproof, you’ve never been, although you pretend like the flames don’t hurt you, like you can’t feel the heat scoring your skin. You pretend. You pretend. You pretend. Because it’s better than freezing cold. You love like you’re setting yourself on fire because he’s always been Apollo. But even Apollo’s light falters, even he stumbles. And you’ll burn yourself to cinders just to keep him warm, just to keep him safe, just to keep him. You love like you’re setting yourself on fire and you hope, in the end, he keeps your ashes close.